"You bitch, you killed me. You suck!"

Being dead sucks. Make that being undead sucks.

Literally. Just ask Thomas C. Flood. Waking up after a fantastic night unlike anything he's ever experienced, he discovers that his girlfriend, Jody—the woman of his dreams—is a vampire. And surprise! Now he's one, too.

For some couples, the whole biting-and-blood thing would have been a deal breaker. But Tommy and Jody are in love, and they vow to work through their issues. Like how much Jody should teach Tommy about his new superpowers (and how much he needs to learn on his own). Plus there's Tommy's cute new minion, sixteen-year-old goth girl Abby Normal. (Well, someone has to run errands during daylight hours!)

Making the relationship work, however, is the least of Jody and Tommy's problems. Word has it that the vampire who nibbled on Jody wasn't supposed to be recruiting any new members into the club. Even worse, Tommy's erstwhile turkey-bowling pals are out to get him, at the urging of a blue-dyed Las Vegas call girl named (duh) Blue.

And that really sucks.

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Posted by Vladimir Tue, 03/20/2007 - 22:57

 

Mirrors in Vampire Folklore

It has become a common belief that vampires cast no reflection. Supposedly the vampire, since he is a damned creature, has no soul and thus does not appear in mirrors. Yet this aspect of vampire mythology didn't even exist until Bram Stoker wrote Dracula. Where did he get it from?

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With Obama election comes the return of the vampire

November 8, 2008 (San Diego Union-Tribune / Peter Rowe) -- Zombies are red, vampires are blue. Whatever its challenges, the Bush White House has presided over a period of robust health for a genre that -- if history is any guide -- will soon fade: the zombie movie.

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Chapter 02: Threads That Bind

A soft circle of light separated the darkness from a slight figure curled up in a chair. There in the stillness she sat with a battered black book on her lap, the only sound in the room being the scratch of the pencil she slowly moved across the pages. Were any one else around they might recognize her as Koreena Venusvii Anchalis, a pale young woman with a dark and muddled past, but no one else was around. Koreena sighed quietly to herself, reaching one ivory hand up to push the locks of hair from her face. 'Too many changes, and not all good' came the thought.

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Chapter 10

That night a brilliant crowd had gathered in Reginald Clarke's house. From the studio and the adjoining salon arose a continual murmur of well-tuned voices. On bare white throats jewels shone as if in each a soul were imprisoned, and voluptuously rustled the silk that clung to the fair slim forms of its bearers in an undulating caress.

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Alone

Intense
Calculating
Unknown
And alone

I see her stare
Wide-eyed and filled with hate

I reach out to her
Shatter the glass
'Tis naught but my reflection

I kneel and weep
Hoping someone will rescue me

Leave me alone
Let me dream
I know 'tis naught but a lie I live

Will no one help?
Will I weep alone?

Yes
For no one sees me
They only see themselves
In my reflection
Beyond comprehension
And, yes...
Alone

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